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lynlyndoll · 11 months ago

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Cats for Christmas

genre: fluff, comfort, reader has insecurities, strangers to lovers

pair: lee know x fem!reader

summary: you'd think that you'd be more than mad when your place is stolen by someone, but you never thought you'd find the most beautiful man you have ever sat your eyes on, standing right in front of you. and what you'd not even think of, would be the way you got along with him.

word count: 2k

lyn's note: so this is the lee know part! I hope you guys will enjoy it!! :))

8 days for Christmas masterlist

“Hi, Y/N! Welcome to Pawlicious!” A young lady - Aeri - welcomes you in the cat café.

The caf�� was decorated with Christmas decorations everywhere and their new special menu was on display, so you ordered a Hot Waffle with chocolate syrup and a candy cane coffee - your favorite order for Christmas. The personnel knew you well enough to speak to you informally, so your order was usually already done because of your weekly Saturday visits with your cat, Snowy.

You also knew the majority of the customers, so you saluted each one of them, including their cats. You then go to your table, but right when you want to sit down, you see a man sitted on your place. You huff and touch his shoulder, making the man look at you. His brown eyes were cat-like, a tiny button nose and a sharp jaw, his beauty making you forget for a few seconds that he was occupying your place.

“Is there any problem?” The man spoke before you, making you.

“Uh, yeah.” You come back to reality. “I wanted to say that this is my table-”

“Does it write somewhere that this is your table?” He interrupts you.

“I- No, why would it-”

“Exactly.” He interrupts you again. “Now, if you want to sit down at this table, you can, I don't have any problem with it. But me and the kids” he points to his three cats “won't move.” He says, finishing with an annoying - and beautiful - smirk. You huff, rolling your eyes, but, since he said that he won't move and that you can stay at the table, however, you sat in the opposite corner of the small table. Snowy meows, trying to beg for your attention and so, she sits down in your lap. You smile and catch a glimpse of the man's smile as he sees your cat.

“Her name is Snowy.” You quietly said as you patted the pet, allowing him to pet her as well. The cat purrs and makes both of you chuckle.

“They are Soonie, Doongie and Dori.” He points to the three sleeping cats around him. You smile at them. “And… I'm Minho.”

“I'm Y/N.” You say as well, smiling towards him. “Nice to meet you-”

“Oh, and sorry for being a… dick, before. I tend to pre-judge people and I thought you-”

“Don't worry.” You give him a smile.

You give in to the temptation of continuing the conversation between you and Minho, sometimes being interrupted by one of your cats. Honestly, you really felt a connection with the man before you, as the conversation went from cats to hobbies and what you did for work. As the clock striked 3 pm, you decided it was best for you to leave. The action saddened both you and him, not mentioning the cats who were playing all together in the corner of the cafe.

“Hey mystery man!” You say as you come right in front of your table, the next week. Minho was sitting in the same spot as last week, smiling as you greeted him. He wouldn’t tell you this, but he did it on purpose, wanting to talk to you more.

“Hey pretty stranger.” He smiles, making you blush from the compliment, immediately looking somewhere else, for the blush to not be so visible to him. He gestures to take a seat and you immediately agree. “Sip.” He simply says, giving you his own order.

“But it’s-”

“Mine? No, it’s yours.” He smiles, slightly petting your hand. “See?” He shows you the candy cane coffee, hot and warm, making you smile.

“You really got this… only for me?” You blush, shying away from his gaze - failing to see his red ears and shy smile as well.

“Of course not, i- it was just that I remembered you sometimes come by and I also like this coff-”

“Thank you, Min.” You smile and stop his blabber, making him look at you. He almost choked on his Christmas coffee as well, eyes widened and blush across his face - all because of a nickname. He starts smiling like an idiot, but immediately brings himself together when Soonie and Snowy purr at his leg.

Two years. Two wonderful years since you and the mystery man, whose name is Lee Minho, have met. Two years since you and him became friends and started hanging out together. Two years since you had the fattest crush on your friend - that you were sure he only saw you as a friend. Every Saturday, you’d meet him at Pawlicious, with the cats. Snowy and you even found yourself at his apartment oftenly, for the cats to have some time to play, while you and Minho watched movies. You went with him to camping trips and even met his parents - a very normal thing to do between friends, right? - and met all of his friends, as he met yours. The world in which you and Minho lived was so peaceful that sometimes, you'd wish for a change. Not a big one, since, for you, the overstep of the boundaries between friends wasn't so far away. However, your insecurities and your fear of screwing up what you both had got to you, so you prefer to sit and only be his friend - no matter how painful it would have been.

It’s currently 24th december and it found you, again, in Minho’s arms, watching a sickening rom-com that you both agreed watching on this special night. Nothing compared to this tradition - although, some were pretty close - because of the intimacy it held. You often tried to not think about it, at least not when he was around, but you just couldn't stop thinking about how this would become a thing if you and him were… more.

“What's on your mind, pretty?” He asks, stroking your hair while you both cuddle.

“I- it's nothing really.” You smile.

“Hmm, I have known you for 2 years already, what's going on?” He puts a stop to the terrible Christmas rom-com and looks up at you. The strokes have stopped and his face is serious.

“I…” You try to think of something to say, but right then, Doongie jumps on Minho's lap, redirecting his attention to him. You sigh in relief.

“Don't think the talk is over, sweetheart.” He says, still patting the cat. You roll your eyes and go to the bathroom, trying to get some time before the man before you will make the truth reveal itself - the last thing you wanted to happen, really. Sure, you have some hopes that he'll be reasonable and won't break the friendship because, afterall, it's just a crush, you'll try to fight it - but losing Minho's friendship, no. Losing Minho would be the shittiest thing ever and you wouldn't want it to happen, not even in a million years. So, you think of inventing some guy - maybe one of your co-workers - to say that you have a crush. Sure, a big lie, but if it won't mean breaking the friendship, you'll say it. You sometimes think that maybe, he also feels the same, but there are too many thoughts that present you the version you wouldn't want - the one of him not reciprocating the feelings, the one that would leave you broken.

You leave the bathroom eventually to find the living room empty. He probably is in the kitchen feeding the kitties. So you lay down on the couch, taking your phone out to find a message from Minho.

My mean hoe: I'm outside.

My mean hoe: Come please.

My mean hie: The kitties are with me and we have a special surprise :)

You smile, leaving a comment with a smiley face, then turning your phone off. Putting your beanie on, one of the pairs of shoes you have at his, a scarf and one of his warmer jackets, you exit the apartment, not forgetting the keys. You take the elevator down and then you start searching for them. That's when you see the paw trail on the white snow and you recognize it as being Snowy's. Next to them are three other pairs of paw trails. Soonie, Doongie and Dori's. You follow them, curiosity written all over your face.

The trails get you to the Pawlicious café. But they can't be inside, the café is closed. So you just stay there, smiling in the direction of the table you firstly met Minho.

“Hey, lost kitty.” Minho says behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. A blush creeps out on both of your faces, but none of you sees the other's face.

“Hi, pretty kitty.” You say, directing your gaze to Minho, only to see his red ears. ”Min?” You ask, thinking that his ears are freezing.

“Yeah?” He purrs.

“Are you cold? Your ears are red..?”

“I… am not.” He smiles and his arms hold you even tighter. “I… That's… uhm..”

“Hm.. they are hot.. so, you're not cold.” You notice.

“I.. I am not.” He whispers. “Hey, uhm, don't you want to know what your present is?” He asks, a smile slipping on his face.

You nod, smiling as well. He takes your hand and gets you behind the café. Your curious look makes Minho chuckle under his breath, but you immediately hit him - not enough to hurt him - and he stops, only remaining a smile. He puts a hand over your eyes, earning a huff from you.

“Shh, stay quiet for a bit.” He tells you.

Five minutes later, he takes his hand off your eyes. You are immediately met up with some beautiful lights, two cups of hot chocolate and a blanket on the little bench next to you. You smile, letting his hand slightly go as he stands right beside you.

“Min, you didn't have to-”

“Well, I mean… it's not entirely for you.” He jokes, rolling his eyes. “Uhm.. this is where I'll… Uhm.. Wait.” He looks around, finding Dori. He takes his cat in his arms and passes him to your arms. You smile as he purrs, but immediately notice a letter being attached to his collar.

”My dear Y/N,

I don't exactly know how to tell you this, but I have to be honest to you. Remember the day I sat at your table and then, we soon started talking. I wasn't a complete stranger to the café, to be honest. I've seen you one day and immediately liked you. Your gentleness, your way of doing things and your looks… You immediately put me under a spell. I want to thank you for all these years and I know that what I'm about to say might interfere with our friendship, but if I don't say it, I don't know how much longer I'll be able to bear it. I'm in love with you. there, I said it. I can't say exactly why, other than the pure reason that it's you. there's always a feeling I get whenever you're around me, whenever I feel your skin. I want to be your boyfriend and you to be my girlfriend. If you don't love me back - i know there might be a possibility because, afterall, it's you, the prettiest and kindest girl in the world - so ill change. i value our friendship way more than some feelings that might ruin this whole feeling.

With sincerity,

Minho”

“I love you too” You turn to look Minho in his eyes, voice barely higher than a whisper. He smiles and takes your cheeks into his hands.

“Can I..?” He asks for permission, making you nod. As fast as the confession happened, his lips landed on yours. The kiss was so affectionate that it made you both smile into it.

taglist: @agi-ppangx @lisaaassophhhieee @jenny1p-l0ve @mrsweasley143

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spooky-circuits · 9 months ago

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Bruce doesn’t see his other brothers until he’s in pop village for the first time. Bruce Jr had been begging to see the village since Branch had sent them a holiday card for one of the many holidays involving massive amounts of sweet foods. Honestly Bruce had trouble remembering most of the minor holidays since living on the island so Brandy agreed the both of them could use that connection with the troll side of the family.

Too his surprise it seems John Dory was also looking to spend time with their baby brother. From Branch’s face it looks like John Dory had just invited himself over. His older brother hadn’t changed too much since their teens so it wasn’t hard to identify him especially with him talking to Branch. Bruce is shaken from his thoughts when his son calls out too Branch by yelling right into his ear and he sees John look right at him. “Well I guess there’s no more putting it off. Hey John long time no see! Two for one special on brother bonding this week I guess.”

John Dory is the one who rushes in for the hug and it’s a tight one. Thinking his brothers were dead for a decade it was still hard to think of them as alive until seeing them in person. John still worries this isn’t real some days and it makes him hesitant to release the hug. Until Bruce’s back makes a cracking sound. Okay it’s probably time to let him go. “Man it’s so good to see you! I heard you actually settled down that’s so hard to believe. Is that your kid?” He points to Bruce Jr hugging Branch tightly while Branch frantically pats his arm. “Ha yeah it’s crazy how things change. Bruce Jr is growing up so quickly me and Brandy can barely keep up!”

John laughs at that. “Hopefully the next one doesn’t give you too much trouble.” Bruce’s face pales at the thought of having to chase more than one kid around. “Well at least that won’t be for a while.” John looks surprised at this. “Oh did you not notice- you know never mind forget I said anything!” Now it’s Bruces turn to be confused. “Notice what?” John a low whine like he’s trying not to say anything. “John we’re both adults here lets try and act like it.” John lets out a sigh. “Alright alright! You just look like you’re due for another kid soon.” Bruce looks at him blank faced. “Excuse me?”

John is trying to look anywhere but Bruce’s face since he’s feeling pretty dumb. Being the oldest he’d seen his parents go through the new baby song and dance 4 times. He thought he had a pretty good idea on the signs and looking at Bruce it was like seeing the whole thing all over again. Unfortunately John Dory wasn’t sure how to explain that in a way that didn’t sound like he was just making some assumptions. Which to be fair he was. John was practically withering the longer Bruce looked at him but he was ironically saved by his nephew coming over to introduce himself after squeezing the breath out of Branch. The perfect excuse to get out of this awkward conversation!

Bruce had just watched John Dory sputter and trip over his words while also not saying anything coherent for 3 full minutes before his son interrupts the awkward conversation. Bruce now had to ponder what about him gave JD the idea that he was going to be having another kid. He was definitely going to have ti corner his older brother and interrogate him about it at the next opportunity because you can’t just drop something like that on a person and not elaborate!

#snack attack au #trolls au #trolls #dreamworks trolls

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lv-iceprince · 2 years ago

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Hello 🤗 just came back from reading your poly hyunlix and I LOVED it. If you're up to requests, could do a poly Minsung one? Because God knows those two are my weakness

a/n~ oh my god hi!! it still surprises me that people see my writing, even if i do post it, on a public site, on the internet. but thank you so much for requesting! i was literally just talking about minsung to friend so challenge accepted!

also I'm so sorry this was overdue, the rona finally caught up with me :)

❁ when peter met rhino~ dating minsung

*siri play be mine by junji*

~sfw~

🍃minho thought love was simple, fall for one person and you are set for the rest of your life, what a clown.

🍃as soon as he realised he had it in him to pull the two people he was crushing on, he knew he was going to choose both of you.

🍃now jisung will mention it day in and day out how minho gives him butterflies and how oddly enough he likes the feeling. but don't worry, it's just his way of teasing. which is pretty obvious considering you're the one making his heart skip a beat daily.

🍃date nights are rare but when they do happen it's swoon worthy. both your boyfriends live for privacy which results in fast food on fancy plates, wine and heartfelt conversations.

🍃minho is a serial blusher, remind him to wear a coat and he turns to mush.

🍃loving the two of you actually brings minho to tears because it's the only way he can express himself. sometimes he just gets so overwhelmed with the care he receives from both of you.

🍃you basically live in the practice room, what started as you dropping something off for a forgetful jisung resulted in you staying to watch your boyfriends practice. they lied and told the company it was a once off, it wasn't.

🍃also the way you guys compliment each other is sickening, you don't even have to do anything and they will claim you're a regular genius.

🍃you want to see some heartflipping shit? just picture the random pda they bombard you with. the most outrageous being when minho will loosely link his fingers with yours.

🍃 jisung is a funny guy, but he really goes out of his way to appear as the best, funniest, boyfriend ever. his love language is having a damn good time.

🍃 no one would guess that you are all in a relationship, they just think its a disgustingly cheesy friendship triangle.

🍃now while some people claim that they will be in a relationship with "the one" for the rest of your life, the three of your are just vibing. though jisung worries about this he will never mention it. not wanting to jinx your love.

🍃even if that's the case jisung still has a phobia of either one of you leaving. there's no way in hell that's happening .

🍃jisung is the most annoying guy ever and he knows it. his overuse of pet names is purely because he is begging for one of you to blush or scowl at him, he will take both.

🍃small pranks are inevitable so while this is the most serious relationship ever, you also like to torment each other out of love.

🍃minho could easily spend over an hour smugly saying that he is charming enough to date two people at once, but he opts for sneaking his simping into the songs he cowrites.

🍃but since it's minho we're talking about your tribute may come in the form of drive 2.0.

🍃when you decide to take your dates outside you do less dating and more staring at minho, who smirks into his cup of coffee trying to hide how flustered he is.

🍃 minho is the type to playfully scold the two of you for being all over him but that's literally just him saying that he wants more pda.

🍃even if you are living a dream 24/7, your favourite moments have to be when you're on the living room floor stretched out and talking while soonie, doongie and dori take their little cat naps besides you.

~nsfw~

🍃it's kind of scary how minho can seem so indifferent and not mention sex, hell he seems innocent until he gets that glint in his eyes. you better run (to your bed).

🍃jisung is so whipped for dom minho even if minho. he may be wholesome but he will beg for one of you to fuck him good.

🍃 your little hannie is oh so giving, he will play the part of whatever you want, his kink is literally trying out every kink.

🍃minho will only sub if he is exhausted or feeling sentimental. feel free to be rough with him but he lives for the validation that you care for him when he is feeling the most vulnerable.

🍃they are sugar and spice until sugar decides he wants in on the fun that spice is having.

🍃jisung may be a soft giving guy but he has it in him to absolutely wreck you. he will always make sure there are no hard feelings and that all of this is in good fun.

🍃but with minho whispering in his ear, telling him all the ways you deserve to be punished jisung can't help himself.

🍃the marks left behind are sore to the touch but the drastic shift between jisung's harsh words to soft kisses and even softer words is enough to give you whiplash.

🍃both of them have different versions of a corruption kink.

🍃minho wants to break you down in the neediest of ways, he wants to take away all of your innocence and self-control. on the other hand jisung will innocently taunt you, encouraging you to lose your innocent cover. he knows just how needy and sinful you are and is too willing to push all of your buttons.

🍃jisung's tongue is superior, not much can match the sensation of him going down on you or when you decide to wreck his mouth. give it your all, his gag reflex is so good.

🍃basically he has a major oral fixation, he just wants something in his mouth, he doesn't care if it's your fingers or minho.

🍃all of you have such intense sex drives, it isn't as gentle as you would think, you really just lust after each other.

🍃though you would have your gentle moments the majority of the time is spent trying out each one of your kinks.

🍃it's literally so wholesome though, the amount of attention you receive from each other and the lack of judgement is so nice. no matter how dirty your fantasies are your boyfriends will try to meet you half way.

#skz #stray kids headcanons #skz fluff #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #skz smut #dating skz #skz minho #skz han #skz jisung #poly minsung #skz poly headcanons #minsung x gn! reader #skz soft thoughts #skz hard thoughts

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democratthatlovesguns · 5 days ago

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The Markets ARE SOARING

This must mean there's a lot of confidence in the upcoming Trump administration, right?

NO! YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!

YES, I MADE A LOT OF MONEY FROM MY "REINVESTMENT" IN BITCOIN AND YES I MADE A LOT MORE MONEY FROM SWITCHING TO A MORE TRUMP-FAVORED INDEX.

THAT IS ALL THAT HAPPENED.

REMEMBER HOW BITCOIN GIANTS AND PEOPLE LIKE WARREN BUFFET WERE SELLING LARGE PORTIONS OF THEIR STOCK, BEFORE THE ELECTION? IT WAS NOT BECAUSE THEY FEARED THE MARKETS UNDER HARRIS; IT WAS BECAUSE THAT IS A TRIED AND TRUE INVESTMENT STRATEGY - OLDER THAN THE FUCKING ROMANS!

YOU THINK IT WAS A COINCIDENCE, OR THAT ELON WAS SO MOVED BY THE ATTEMPT ON TRUMP'S LIFE, THAT ELON WAITED TO ENDORSE TRUMP UNTIL AFTER HE WAS SHOT? HOW FUCKING STUPID CAN YOU BE? REMEMBER THAT $120 MILLION ELON USED TO BUY THE PRESIDENCY FOR TRUMP? IT'S NOT POSSIBLE FOR YOU TO FORGET, BECAUSE IT JUST HAPPENED A MOMENT AGO - YOU CAN'T ALL BE DORI! YES, IT WAS THE EASIEST GAMBLE ELON HAS EVER MADE - HE TRIED TO MAKE IT SEEM HARD, BUT IT WAS NOT. HE MADE 250 TIMES THOSE $120 MILLION, ON THE FIRST DAY.

HE'S NOT SMART AND DEFINITELY NOT SMARTER THAN ANYONE ELSE, HE IS A SIMPLY A CALLOUS OPPORTUNIST - JUST LIKE JEFF BEZOS AND KEVIN O'LEARY - AT THE RIGHT PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME (SEE: MALCOLM GLADWELL).

THINK ABOUT IT?

IF YOU WERE ABOUT TO BET A DOLLAR FROM A COIN TOSS AND YOU KNEW THAT THE COIN HAD 90% CHANCE OF LANDING ON YOUR CHOICE, WOULD YOU PUT A DOLLAR IN THE POT TO MAKE $250? NO SHIT! YOU'D BE THE DUMBEST SHIT AROUND IF YOU DIDN'T!

AND NO, FROM THOSE $30 BILLION ELON MADE, NOT A SINGLE DIME WILL EVER TRICKLE DOWN TO YOU DUMB FUCKS HE BOUGHT, TO VOTE FOR DONALD TRUMP. YOU HAVE ONLY YOURSELVES TO BLAME; WE WARNED YOU ELON WAS FINGERING YOUR ASSHOLES AS HE SMILED AND SHOOK YOUR HANDS!

BUT "NO" WE'RE SOCIALIST CUNTS, FUCK US, RIGHT?

WE WANTED YOU TO KEEP SOCIAL SECURITY, WE WANTED YOU TO HAVE JOBS THAT PAY YOU A LIVING FUCKING WAGE WITHOUT WORKING YOU 100 HOURS EVERY WEEK, WE WANTED YOU TO GET THE MEDICAL CARE YOU NEED REGARDLESS OF HOW MUCH PERSONAL WEALTH YOU HAVE ACCUMULATED. TAYLOR SWIFT, BEYONCE, ET AL BEGGED YOU TO TAX THEM SO WE COULD AFFORD THIS FOR EVERYONE. BUT FUCK US, RIGHT? WE'RE SUCH HORRIBLE SOCIALIST CUNTS.

I GUESS WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY IS THANK YOU ... I MADE ENOUGH FOR A NICE, LONG VACATION.

I THINK I'LL WAIT TO LEAVE UNTIL YOU DUMBASSES START COMPLAINING THAT COMMODITY PRICES ARE RISING INSTEAD OF DROPPING FROM TRUMP'S TARIFFS, JUST SO I CAN SAVOR MY VACATION A LITTLE MORE.

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mercurygray · 8 months ago

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Seashells from the March prompts for Marion, please?

George, I hope you don't mind I went in a slightly different direction for this. It's Marion, but it's...not. This is also for the Kind Anonymous Friend who asked for Harding's departure.

He still couldn't believe he'd left them.

His bedroom at Walter Reed was terribly empty - white walls, an iron bedstead also enameled in white, a bedside table, a small chair, a tray on wheels they could place over his bed if he wanted to get work done - if he'd had any work to do, that is. But Neil Harding hadn't been allowed to take any work with him. The 100th doesn't go off ops, and neither do I. He'd been saying it for weeks, even as he was doubled over in pain at his desk and Doc Stover was begging him to tell him what was wrong.

Well. They knew now. Gallstones - a whole lot of them. Easy enough to treat if you got to them early, but he hadn't done that, had he, and now he was back stateside, and his boys were still in it.

They needed me, and I left them.

His boys - and Marion.

There hadn't been a lot of time for good-byes, as they'd been rushing him to the hospital in London, and then straight onto an air evac flight back to the States to recover. He could do a month of bedrest just as easily in DC as he could in England, and there were boys who needed the space close to the war. The Army Medical Department seemed to think he was a total loss, as far as combat readiness was concerned, but he had things to do in England - people who needed him!

Who's going to take care of you, now? Who's looking out for my best girl?

They weren't the kind of instructions you could commit to paper. Red - please look after Marion. Look after, like she needed someone to check on her health. What she needed was someone to kiss her good night - to rub her shoulders and rub her out and fill her hot water bottle and cradle her, very gently, after having sex, at least once a night but perhaps twice. And the particular someone who should have been doing it was presently across an ocean, eating milk porridge and having a full shift of nurses fuss over his stitches and his wound dressing and his bowel movements, like he was some old fogey who would forget things if he wasn't asked.

It wasn't prison, but damn if it didn't feel close. There was a hospital library, and they delivered the papers every day. He was allowed his cigars, and if they liked the progress of his stitches they'd put him back on solid food soon. And they tried for some comforts, where discipline and order could fit them in. One of the nurses had set up his framed picture of Doris and the girls right where he could see it, on the dresser across from his bed. "That's better, now, isn't it, sir?" she'd asked with a sunny smile. "Can I get you anything else, while I'm here?"

He wanted her to take the picture down, but that would look bad. The woman herself would be here in a few days, but until then, he wanted to remain in the war, with the comforts he'd found here. "Lieutenant, there's a…a seashell, in my footlocker, in the top tray." It should have still been there, wrapped in a handkerchief. "Could you - could you put that out, too?" She nodded, and went to check his trunk, before pulling it out - a small, soft, pink spiral of a shell, the kind that you could hear the ocean in, if you held it to your ear. She set it down near the photograph like the two belonged together. "On the - the other side of the dresser, please."

She moved it, as instructed. "A good memory, I hope?"

Neil looked at it and thought of the ocean, and a walk along a barbed-wire edged breakwater in Southwold, a rare private weekend away. She'd found the shell in between the stones, tossed up by a storm. Your favorite color, he'd joked, stroking the pink with his thumb. Your favorite shape, she tossed back, and he realized how the swirl of the shell echoed the curve of a breast, peaking into a pink tip. He'd slipped it into his pocket like a talisman, careful not to break it, and that night he'd kissed those breasts over and over again like he might somehow commit them to memory.

Was it just one memory? No, more than that. But the nurse didn't need to know that. He had left - but she had stayed, and would remain until the stars went out. At least they could depend on her. Neil smiled and nodded, thinking of a woman in a pristine army uniform, laughing in his room's single chair. "The best."

#asked and answered #derry-rain #i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #tds cinematic universe #marion brennan

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pinkrose787 · 2 months ago

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Amnesia Branch AU Chapter 6!

Sorry this took so long! I hope y'all enjoy! :D

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Chapter 6:

Viva has never seen Poppy this distraught. She’s sobbing. Holding on tightly to an old plush glowbug. “He broke up with me, Viva,” she manages to speak through her sobs. “I can’t believe it. He broke up with me!”

Poppy starts crying harder. Viva pulls her into a hug, which seems to help. While her cries don’t lessen, she clings to Viva like a koala.

This is the only thing that she can do to comfort her sister. Really, it’s the only way to comfort her that she knows. She only recently started to learn how to deal with her own negative emotions, much less someone else’s.

Viva wants to march over to the hospital and give Branch a piece of her mind. Yes, he does have amnesia. But that doesn’t give him a good excuse to hurt her little sister like this.

Confronting Branch would only upset Poppy more. So, Viva sits on the bed with her comforting her the best she can. “It’s gonna be okay, Poppy. He’ll realize that he’s made the dumbest mistake of his life soon.”

“I don’t think he will,” Poppy says with a hoarse voice.

“Of course, he will. You were like the best girlfriend ever to him. He’ll be begging to have you take him back soon.”

Poppy sighs. She pulls away from the hug. The tears have stopped. If only for the moment. There’s still two lines running down her face. “He won’t. Not after what happened after the reunion with his brothers.”

Viva takes a tissue and wipes away Poppy’s tears. She has been so busy comforting Poppy that she hasn’t had time to talk to Clay about the reunion. If it went badly then Clay is probably really upset about it. But he has his brothers to comfort him. Poppy takes the priority for Viva. Sisters before misters, as they say.

“What happened?” Viva asks.

Poppy picks the glowbug plush back up and holds it close to herself. She sighs. “I don’t know what happened in there. But it was bad. Bruce and Clay said they didn’t want to be around Branch anymore. And then they left.”

“Woah. Woah. Woah… What? Clay did what now?” Hopefully, Poppy mixed up the name of which ever brother left. But then again, she didn’t. She would never confuse one member of BroZone for another.

“He left with Bruce.” She clutches the glowbug plush tight.

“Are you sure they left? Maybe it was a misunderstanding. Clay wouldn’t abandon Branch again.” Viva hopes that it is a misunderstanding. She can’t think of a single good reason why Clay would leave.

Poppy sniffles. “Mh-hm. They said that they didn’t want to be around Branch anymore. That being around Branch would only hurt him.” She takes a deep shuddering breath. “But they’re wrong. Leaving Branch hurts him more than them staying ever could.”

Rage starts to bubble up in Viva. It’s taking all her self-control not to march over and give Clay a piece of her mind. But she can’t. Staying and comforting Poppy is her number one priority right now.

“Well, I wouldn’t worry too much. They’ll realize that they’re wrong soon.” If they don’t come to their senses very soon, Viva is going to make them.

Poppy sighs. “I hope your right.” She leans against Viva. “For Branch’s sake.”

As much as Viva cares for Branch, given that he’s both her little sister’s boyfriend and her boyfriend’s little brother, she’s getting tired of hearing about how he’s doing. His wellbeing isn’t her concern here. “I know you’re worried about how Branch is, but what about you?”

Poppy blinks a couple of times. “What about me?”

“You’ve been a total wreck these last couple of days. And despite that, you’ve been running around trying to help out wherever you can.” She pulls Poppy into a hug. “Don’t forget to help yourself out too.”

Poppy lets out a yawn. “I know, but I have to. Branch won’t have anyone if I don’t.”

“That’s not true. He still has John Dory and Floyd.” She hugs Poppy a bit tighter. “And you’re not alone either. You have your friends, dad, and of course me. I’m sticking to your side through this whole thing. Whenever you feel tired, I’ll be here for you!”

Poppy smiles a bit. That’s good. Viva feels like she hasn’t seen her smiling much over the last couple of days. “I know.”

Viva lets go of the hug. “You should get some rest now.”

“I’m not that tired,” she yawns.

Her yawn betrays her. She’s on the edge of falling asleep. “Yes, you are. Now, lay down and get some sleep.”

Poppy lays down on the bed. “Alright, but I’m not going to fall asleep.”

It takes only a few seconds for Poppy to start snoring. This is the first time she’s fallen asleep since Branch ended up in the hospital. She deserves this rest.

While she sleeps, Viva climbs out of bed. There’s somethings that she needs to do.

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The bunker is divided in two. On one side of the bunker is Bruce and Clay. On the other side is Floyd and John Dory. After the events of this morning, the brothers argued for hours upon hours.

Right now, there’s an unsteady truce between the two sides. Not one borne from an understanding of the other side, but rather from an exhaustion that has over-taken all of them after fighting all day.

Clay lies in his bed and stares at the ceiling. Today did not go as he expected it to. At all.

He knew Branch would be angry at them. There wasn’t any doubt about that. What he didn’t expect was the sheer depth of his rage. How easily he could come up with the ways that they had hurt him, and how easy it was for them to hurt him again.

There had always been a guilt deep within Clay about never going back for Branch. It only deepened when Branch and Poppy explained to him what he used to be like before they all reunited. Through the whole explanation, the two of them kept making jokes about what he used to be like.

If someone couldn’t hear the conversation, they would think that they were talking about what happened on a vacation, not a horrible period in Branch’s life. To them, it was all ancient history. To Clay, it felt like it was actually happening. And now, it actually is.

The guilt threatens to consume him. Branch was the most innocent out of all of them. He was a baby. He never did anything wrong to any of them. Hell, he never got the chance to. Yet he was the one that suffered the most from the band’s break-up.

He should have gone back before the escape from the Troll Tree. He thought about going over to visit Branch and Grandma all the time. It wouldn’t have been too hard. Clay still lived in the tree post-breakup. It would have taken him less than twenty minutes to walk over there.

But he didn’t. Despite how easily he could have, he didn’t.

He was too scared that going back there would he would be pulled back to who he was before the breakup. Shoved back into the dreaded role of fun boy.

His cowardice caused his baby brother’s life to be ruined.

Branch deserved to have what Clay and the other brothers had growing up. He should have been raised by their parents alongside his brothers. One big happy family like they used to be. That opportunity got taken from him when he was just an egg.

If their parents had never been eaten, things would have turned out differently. Clay can see what could have been so clearly in his mind.

The breakup of BroZone was inevitable, but it wouldn’t have happened as soon as it did. They would have kept performing for a few more years. This time it would be fun. Without the stress of their parents’ death, John Dory wouldn’t feel the need to shove everyone into specific roles. Each brother could be who they wanted to be.

When it did come time for the breakup, it wouldn’t have been from an explosive fight. Instead, the popularity of the band would have waned, and the brothers would all decide that they wanted to do something different.

They would all live in Pop Village, even after the break-up. Each brother would have their own pod, except Branch who’d live with their parents as he would be too young to live on his own.

Despite being a former member of the of the most popular boy bands in all of Pop Village, Branch would be like any other kid. He would go to school, make friends, be a troll scout. He wouldn’t spend all his time hiding in fear of Bergens or of other trolls.

Clay’s daydream of what could have been stops when Branch is a child. It’s hard for him to imagine what Branch would be like as an adult, especially after today. His entire life was shaped by the trauma of losing everyone he loved at such a young age.

Even before the breakup, he was still an anxious child. His doctor theorized that Branch might have heard his parents’ screams when they were being take, traumatizing him while he was still an egg. That and none of the brothers were in the best place mentally when he hatched. All of them were still reeling from their parents’ death.

Still, he can see the image of Branch as a child with his vibrant blue colors playing with all of the other children. A giant smile plastered on his face. The way he should have been, but never got the chance to be.

There’s a loud knock at the door. Clay doesn’t answer it. It’s probably Floyd or John Dory, rested and ready to start the argument all over again. How do they not get that they shouldn’t be around Branch right now? Why do they not see that their presence hurts Branch?

There’s a louder knock. “I don’t want to talk to either of you. Go away,” Clay says loudly.

“Clay, open the door.”

Clay shoots up. That’s Viva’s voice, and wow does she sound mad. He rushes over and opens the door. “Hey Viva… What’s up?” He tries to sound nonchalant, but isn’t successful.

Viva looks like she’s ready to kill him. Oh God, Poppy must have told her about what happened today. “Did you really abandon Branch again?”

Clay puts up his arms as though he’s preparing for Viva to lunge at him. With the way she’s looking at him, she actually might. “Well, no. No! I didn’t! What I said was that Branch needs space from us.”

She steps into Clay’s room. Her expression unchanged. “Was it that Branch needed space or that you couldn’t handle being around him?”

His heart is pounding in his chest. She’s never been this mad at him. He doesn’t understand why though. “Us being around him wasn’t good for him. And it’s not like I moved far away. I’m still here.”

“He broke up with Poppy because of you,” Viva says bluntly.

Ah, that’s why she’s so mad. Floyd and John Dory told him about the break-up and how distraught Poppy was about it. “How is that my fault?”

“Because if you hadn’t left,” She pokes him in the chest. Her voice starts to rise. “Then he wouldn’t have gone all abandonment issue crazy and break-up with her!”

“That’s still not my fault. If me leaving was enough for him to break up with her, then he probably was going to do it anyway!”

Viva gets into Clay’s face. He can feel her breath on his face. “He wouldn’t have even thought about breaking up with her if you stayed!”

He refuses to stand down. After all, why should he? He didn’t do anything wrong. “Yes, he would have! He’s my brother! I know more about him than you do!”

“Clearly you don’t if you think that running away is going to help him!”

“What do you know?”

Viva’s brow furrows. Immediately, Clay knows he messed up. “I know a lot okay!” She backs Clay against a wall. “I know that I have regretted not going out and finding Poppy every single day of my life! And I know that if she lost her memory that I would be still be there for her like you should still be there for Branch!”

Clay breaths deeply. “That’s different,” he says quietly, “She wouldn’t be depressed like Branch is. And when you reunite with her she wouldn’t be angry. In fact, she’d be happy. Do you know why? Because you didn’t hurt her like I hurt Branch.”

“I did hurt her!” Viva’s voice cracks from shouting. “I missed out on her entire life, because I was too scared to leave the Hole’N’Fun!”

He hates the fact that she blames herself for what happened. No matter how many times him or Poppy have tried to reassure her that it wasn’t her fault, nothing gets through to her.

Floyd rushes over to Clay’s door. “What’s going on? I hear shouting!”

Oh thank goodness, Floyd’s here. He’s always been good at defusing situations like this. “Hey, Floyd… Could you help me out here?” Clay asks.

Floyd takes a quick look at Clay and then looks at Viva. “Nope. Not getting involved.” He turns and walks away.

There’s more frantic footsteps heading towards Clay’s room. Bruce and John Dory show up at Clay’s door. “Viva’s mad at Clay,” Floyd says to them.

“Oh, I am not dealing with that.” John Dory turns around. “Good luck, Clay. You’re going to need it.” He walks away.

“Me neither,” Bruce says.

Viva looks away from Clay for the first time since she came over. She zips over to Bruce, blocking his path. “No, you are not going anywhere. You need to call Brandy right now.”

“What?” Bruce looks confused. He glances at Clay as if he has any explanation, but Clay’s just as confused as he is. “Why would I need to talk her?”

“I had a conversation with her earlier about what happened today.” Viva crosses her arms.

A look of pure horror crosses Bruce’s face. He must be feeling a thousand times more fear than Clay has through this whole conversation. “You tattled on me to my wife?” he says quietly.

“I simply told her what happened today. She’s pretty angry. I wouldn’t keep her waiting.”

“Oh no.” Bruce races out of the room. Heading straight in the direction of the holophone.

Now, it’s back to being just Clay and Viva. There is no chance that John Dory and Floyd are going to back Clay up here. The two of them probably think that Clay deserves what he’s getting. Bruce, though being on his side, is too busy talking to his wife. He’s completely alone in this conversation.

He braces for Viva to start shouting at him again. But she doesn’t.

Instead, she lets out a sigh. “I don’t get it, Clay. I really don’t. Back when we were co-leaders, you told me that you regretted not going back for Branch every single day of your life.”

Her voice is so quiet and dejected. It’s such as stark change from the loud energetic voice that Clay’s used to, but not one he’s unfamiliar with. “And after you reunited, you told me that you wanted to make it up to him. That you were going to be there for him when he needed you, no matter what.”

She looks him straight in the eyes. He can see that tears have begun welling in them. “So, what changed? Why are you so ready to leave him behind again? Why won’t you stay like you should?”

Clay is quiet. He can’t think of anything to say. The reasons that were once so solid in his mind, now seem like nothing but pathetic excuses.

“You’re wrong, Clay. Branch does need you. And I think you know that deep down too.”

Clay doesn’t respond. He’s still unable to find his words.

Viva sighs and turns away from him. “I can’t stay any longer. Poppy is devastated right now and unlike you, I am not going to leave my sister when she needs me the most.”

Before she leaves, she looks back at Clay one last time, “Come find me, when you decide to be the brother to Branch that you wanted to be.”

#viva trolls #poppy trolls #bruce trolls #clay trolls #branch trolls #john dory trolls #floyd trolls #amnesia branch au #trolls fanfic #angst #trolls #dreamworks trolls

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coffeeistired · 11 months ago

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Goverment Spies

Prompt: what if Floyd and Branch had asked Clay about their parents??

Clay sat leaned against the troll tree,the older trolls- Spruce, JD, and Grandma were arguing again, and…well, even though he was sure Spruce was right like he often was(Clay has favorites), he decided to not side with the purple haired brother and instead took the younger siblings out, and now he was stuck, watching his siblings half heartedly as he held a lollipop in his mouth, taking it out with a loud pop as he felt a tug on his jacket, he glanced to the side, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s up dawg- dawgs??” Clay asked with an upwards nod, adjusting to sit up, raising an eyebrow at his two younger siblings who stared up at him with hopeful eyes.

“What were mommy and daddy like?” The youngest- Branch asked hopefully, excitement filling his baby blue eyes, Clay nearly choked on his salvia.

He didn’t know much about their parents, he’d seen them once or twice, before Floyd was even born, at this point, that memory is the most vivid of any memory the troll had, he never wanted to forget it. He could remember their faces clear as day- the sweet sounds of their voices…like honey and sugar- or whatever the saying was, He didn’t know it.

He was so scared to talk to them that night. He glanced to the side with a forced chuckle before standing up, brushing himself off.

“Wellllll….I can’t tell ya! It’s a secret.” He winked, pretending to zip his mouth shut and throw away the key.

“Awhhh c’mon! Pleaseeee!” Floyd begged, giving the yellow haired troll puppy eyes, Bitty B joining him.

“Plleeeaseeee!”

“I dunnooo…they’d be pretty mad if I told you they were secretly spies.” Clay said with a shrug.

The two younger trolls loudly gasped. “Mom and Dad are spies?!”

Clay gasped, putting a hand on his heart in mock shock. “Who told you that?! It was supposed to be a secret!”

“You did!”

“I did?”

“Yeah!”

“What did I do?”

Floyd laughed and playfully pushed the taller troll.

“Alright, Alright fine, but you can’t tell Grandma I said anything or else!”

“Or else what?”

“Or else….JD’ll make us sing another love song!”

He fake gagged, despite the fact that practically all of Brozone’s songs could be counted as a love song.

“But all our songs are love songs….”

“Exactly! Unoriginalitiy! The scariest thing of them all!” Clay slid down against the tree dramatically, playing dead.

“Oh no! John Dory killed him!”

“Nooooo!” Branch hugged Clay tightly, a loud pop coming from the other troll’s back, which to be fair, is what always happened (he should get that checked out).

Just then he heard a worried voice calling for them- in order from youngest to oldest, Bitty B, Floyd, Clay. Clay opened an eye, peering over to where he heard their names being called, the younger trolls had not seemed to notice the voices quite yet, but they had noticed that Clay was in fact very alive(which, of course was obvious with his breath- the rising and falling of his chest.) Clay sat up, hugging Bitt B back with one arm, Floyd joining in with the other two trolls, Clay wrapped his free arm around the other troll.

He heard the voice call again, closer this time, Clay could recognize the voice now- Spruce, the younger trolls recognized the worried call of the second oldest brother, well, Floyd did, he looked up, his ears perked. “SPRUCE?” He called back only to receive an excited ‘FLOYD’ in reply as the purple haired troll dashed over from the distance, a worried look on his face as he slid down to be with the trio, kneeling down, hugging them all tightly, another pop coming from Clay’s back.

After a while of waiting Spruce let go, worry still filling his expression. “I was SO worried-“

The rest sounded like rambling to Clay, he just rolled his eyes, fiddling with his sweatband as Floyd tried to apologize, Bitty B’s expression filled with confusion as Spruce picked him up, geasturing for Floyd and Clay to follow as he started to walk back to the pop.

….

“Grandmmaaa…are mommy and daddy spies?”

“Say WHAT NOW-“

Shit.

#trolls band together #trolls #fluff #trolls floyd #clay trolls #trolls spruce #trolls branch #oneshot #clay and Bruce are besties please

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kittyball23 · 1 year ago

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The Trade (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Branch thinks things through, and comes up with his own plan to rescue Floyd

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A walk was supposed to clear his mind.

He used to do it all the time when he lived alone, and sometimes still did. Brooding for a bit usually helped him refocus, helped to calm him down.

This time around, however, it was incredibly difficult.

Things in his head seemed to be moving at a hundred or so miles per hour, wracking his brain with everything that had made him who he was today, much of it having to do with the four Trolls who had returned in his life. Trolls who, like it or not, were his siblings.

He didn’t know how to feel about them anymore. And the confusion was making him want to scream. Were they a family? Biologically, yes. But were they really a family? Because, behavior-wise, he suspected that answer was no.

The best thing to do, the way he saw it, was to just go back home as he'd desired. Home, where he could slip into his bunker, know that he was safe, and forget that anything had ever happened. He had been just fine without them for over twenty years.

But... was he really?

He really, really despised those weaker moments growing up where he did long for his brothers again. Wondered what they were up to. Wondered if they were wondering what he was up to. Wondered if they really were happier, or if they were in the same state that he had been. Wondered if he'd ever see John Dory, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd ever again.

Floyd.

If there had been any Troll that he would have perhaps considered wanting to see again, it was him. Why did he have to be the one captured? Somehow, though, he didn't think he would've been okay with any of the others having been captured.

He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. How tempting it was to just walk away and not have to experience the inner turmoil that was urging him to somehow work it out. The Branch from only a couple years back would have, and quite easily at that.

But the Branch from now was not like that.

He was a better Troll. One who would take action and strive to do the right thing rather than hermit himself away.

One who was not going to let his brothers, nor his girlfriend Poppy, down.

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Branch did not try and hide himself. Not like he and the others had tried to do last time. He simply walked right in. And sure enough, he was spotted right away. The two large, looming shadows of the Bergen siblings stomped over, sneers on their faces.

“Well, well…” Veneer said. “Back for more, are ya?”

“Seems you didn’t quite learn your lesson the first time,” Velvet said, her hands on her hips and a smirk tugging the corner of her lip.

“I’m not here to try and fight,” Branch said plainly.

“Good, we’re not either,” Velvet said. “It’s exhausting, don’tcha think? Especially for folks your size.”

Branch did not agree nor disagree to the statement. He simply pressed forth with what he intended to say. “I’ve come here to ask that you release my brother, Floyd.”

Velvet looked down at Branch, her eyes narrowing. Then she laughed. “Oh, sure. Fighting fire with fire didn’t work, shorty, and neither is begging.”

Branch expected this. He put up no fight. He simply nodded. “Right. So we’re done here then, huh?”

Velvet nodded. “Yep.”

Branch shrugged. “Okay then. Fine.”

Velvet and Veneer both turned their back on the Troll, walking off.

But little had they known that Branch was in fact not done yet.

The teal Troll cleared his throat, and then began to sing.

“Ohhh, Ooooo…

When the visions around you

Bring tears to your eyes

And all that surrounds you

Are secrets and lies…”

Branch saw the two Bergens immediately slow down. He almost felt like grinning. They were listening. That’s just what he wanted. He continued.

“I'll be your strength

I'll give you hope

Keeping your faith when it's gone…

The one you should call

Was standing here all along…”

Velvet and Veneer had come to a full stop. Their bodies were tilted ever so slightly in Branch’s general direction as the Troll continued to sing.

“And I will take you in my arms

And hold you right where you belong

'Til the day my life is through

This I promise you

This I promise you…”

As Branch held on to the last note, the Bergen siblings' full attention had gone to him. They faced him, a look of astonishment clear on their faces. Clearly, they hadn’t expected Branch to break out singing at random. Nor did they expect him to sound that… good.

Velvet looked at Veneer. Veneer looked at Velvet.

Branch glanced at the two of them.

“Once again, I’ve come here to ask that you release my brother, Floyd.”

The Bergen twins grew a malicious smile on each of their faces. “Well,” Veneer said.

“Perhaps we can work out a compromise,” Velvet said, finishing the thought.

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In the meantime, Poppy had made her way back to the brothers, having explained with much distress of what had occurred when she’d spoken to Branch.

“I tried,” she said, nearly on the verge of tears. “I really did try. And I know he can change his mind. But it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen right now…”

The brothers hung their heads. They figured Branch would not be easily convinced to come back, but they could not be mad about it. It was understood why.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait,” Spruce said, a bit defeated.

John Dory gave a shrug of agreement, unable to think of anything else, and hoping that the wait for their brother to come back around wouldn’t be too long.

“Or maybe you don’t have to,” Clay said, suddenly perking up and pointing behind them. “Look!”

The Trolls turned to look in the direction he was pointing and, sure enough, running towards them was the figure of a Troll.

Poppy gasped. “Branch!” She began to run towards him, trying to meet him halfway, when she started to slow her pace after getting a better look. Wait a second. This Troll was not her boyfriend. This nearly-out-of-breath Troll who was sprinting towards them did share some slight similarities to him, though instead of a crop of rich blue hair on his head, it was a vibrant magenta, styled to where part of the bangs obscured his left eye. A single black earring was embedded into his right ear. She reared back in surprise, recognizing him. “Floyd?”

Floyd panted, trying to catch his breath. “Yes, yes, it’s me.” He gave a small wave when the other brothers instantly flanked Poppy’s sides, also as surprised to see Floyd before them now.

“Yo bro, it’s good to see you’re okay!” John Dory exclaimed. “You are okay, right?”

Floyd quickly checked himself, ensuring that he was uninjured. “Um, yeah, I think so.” Though he said it, the Trolls could still see that something still wasn’t quite right. He looked very shaken… and extremely worried.

“Dude, how did you escape?” Spruce asked.

“Yeah, those Bergens were something fierce and nasty!” Clay added.

Floyd said nothing at first, looking as though he was recalling something painful. He averted his gaze and looked down at the ground, looking almost ashamed. Poppy felt worry start to prick at her now. Something's not right here... but I need to find out WHAT. She moved closer to Floyd, putting a hand on his shoulder. He flinched at the unexpected touch, but welcomed it. He really needed the comfort right now.

“Floyd,” Poppy said gently, her voice lowered. “Can you tell us what happened? Please?”

The magenta Troll was silent, but he nodded his head, able to find the voice to finally explain. “It was Branch.”

Poppy stiffened at the mention of her boyfriend. But she needed to hear this. “Branch?” she asked.

Floyd nodded. “He came, not too long ago. He asked them to let me go and when they didn’t… h-he sang.” He stopped, recalling the moment. He shook his head. “I never got a chance to hear Branch really sing when we were kids. But now, it… it sounds like… like…”

“Like an angel’s,” Poppy finished, familiar with how beautiful his voice could sound.

“Exactly,” Floyd agreed. “And they seemed to think so, too. So now I’m out here, and he’s…” The Troll trailed off, unable to bear finishing his sentence.

Poppy went rigid, her eyes wide. “They took him.”

Floyd nodded, looking terribly guilty. “He didn’t have to do it. I wasn’t worth it. I left him!” he cried, wishing more than ever that he could change what happened in the past.

Everyone was quiet for a moment, taking in this new information with grim understanding. Then John Dory spoke up.

“Yeah, well, you know what? We left him, too.” He gestured to himself, Spruce and Clay. “And you know what else? You were worth it. Because you’re his brother. And Branch is our brother. And those days of walking-out-on-each-other are over. You know why?”

Spruce did, seeing where JD was going with this, and he piped up. “Because we’re a family.”

“And families are there for each other!” Clay added.

Moved by their determined words, Poppy was able to pull herself out of the initial state of shock and regain her composure. “You're right," she said. "So if we're gonna make this work, we all have to band together so we can save Branch!" She thrust her hand out. "Who's with me?"

The hands of John Dory, Spruce, and Clay shot out to join hers. Floyd, still feeling bad for what had occurred, hesitated a second. He didn't know what she or his brothers had in mind, but what he did know was that he wasn't going to let his baby brother down. Not again. So he, too, placed his hand on time of theirs and threw it up in the air when they all did.

“IT’S BRO-TIME!” came the collective shout.

John Dory quickly huddled them together, all the Trolls’ heads nearly touching each other as the group formed a tight circle.

“All right, we need a new game plan,” the BroZone leader said, more determined than ever. “And I think I got just the one. It’s going to take all of us, though, so listen in…”

So Poppy, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd did listen in, adding their own input when sought necessary and tweaking what was needed to be tweaked. Soon enough, their plan did indeed start to come together, and soon enough they set themselves into executing the ambitious task.

Dangerous? Maybe. Worth it? One-hundred percent.

__________________________________________ A/N: What if, in the climax, Branch offered to trade places with Floyd? :0 Just a little idea I had :3

Song Branch sings is "This I Promise You" by NSYNC ;)

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #fanfiction #brozone #floyd trolls #branch trolls #poppy trolls #velvet and veneer #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #dreamworks #kittyball writes

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avalentina · 1 year ago

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Still Not Over It

A/N: when I am writing this it's August 1st. And I am going to confess a few things right here and right now.

I joined the Harry Styles train in March. (Until then I just didn't get the whole obsession with him)

I originally joined Tumblr to read Draco Malfoy smut, but I started searching Harry Potter and well… 'Snacks and Sex' by the one and only @watchmegetobsessed popped up and I read it. From that moment, I was hooked. I read all of Dory's fics, then I found @gurugirl , @fkinavocado , @freedomfireflies , @finelinevogue , and @lukesaprince . (Just to name a few) {So thank you to every author of a Harry styles fic, I've read too many to keep them straight. And I love all of you}

I started writing a few of my normal chapter fics, and just realized they weren't cutting it. So I decided to switch it up and I wrote "the shower incident" (By this point all of my coworkers would've liked it if I could shut up about Harry Styles. But for obvious reasons, I just couldn't.)

I started to get stressed out at work, and was having a really shitty day in the front of store at where I work, when 'Grapejuice' started playing on the mall speakers, I went from being ready to quit the job I love to dancing in the store while fixing a display. So thanks Harry, for not letting me do something I would regret.

I was stressed at work (again, it happens a lot in my position), I had been working there for a bit, and still didn't understand why none of his songs played in the store. I was ready for a break from people, and a break from the store itself when next thing I knew, Canyon Moon played for the first time ever in that store. My coworkers laughed when I started jumping up and down almost bursting with excitement "AND I'M STILL THINKING BACK TO, OUR TIME UNDER THE CANYON MOON!" "ITS HARRY!" "GUYS SHUT UP, HARRY STYLES IS ON" became a few things that now get joked about constantly. I'm belting these out right along with him and I still dance around the store when his songs play. ( So again, thank you Harry!)

And now, to the actual blurb!

Still Not Over It

"H, I'm still not over it." You cry into your boyfriend's shoulder. Love On Tour has been over for close to two weeks now and you still cry everyday. Harry misses it too.

"I know baby love, I know, I'm not over it yet either." He answers you and just holds you.

"So unend it, tell everyone that you were just taking a little rest, and schedule ten more years of lot, because I'm not over it, you're not over it, and they're not over it. It's your tour, and if you want it to last forever, then it will last for fucking ever!" You cry and beat your fists lightly against his chest.

"Baby love, everything has to end, there will be another tour, it won't be lot, but we will always have the memories we made on lot, and also the fact that it tells a timeline of our relationship."

"Hhhhhhhh, will you ever stop being just the sweetest?" You ask him, drawing out the letter like he loves.

"I'm mean sometimes, but only when you beg and ask me nicely, or act like a brat, but you're just so perfect for me that it's next to impossible not to be sweet with you baby love." He replies and you blush uncontrollably. "That's my girl!" He adds and kisses each of your cheeks.

"Oh shut it H," you say, quickly changing your tone, before reaching out to slap him playfully.

"And now we're being a brat. Guess I'll have to have Mean Me fix it." He replies commandingly before picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder and marching upstairs to your shared bedroom.

You give him a few slaps on his rear, smiling to yourself.

"Ey, quit it back there, or I'll have to paint your little bottom red with my handprints." He adds.

Thanks for reading! Hope y'all enjoyed!

-Ava

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redemptioninterlude · 2 years ago

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❛ Be realistic. They’d never understand- they’d lock me up and throw away the key. Or worse. ❜ / alice

inception meme ( accepting ) + @bandysnatched // bandit ( mentions of @whtrbbit and @sleepbreathe and @ithirial )

She can barely breathe like this. A heart that cracks, she knows! Of course she knows, when he dies, something goes with him, and even when she sleeps in the house of the mouse, she can FEEL IT IN HER BONES, something that startles her awake and earning not even a peep from Dori dumpling, who's deep sleep leaves her lost to her own dreamlands as she feels something wrenching within her chest. Oh! Off she must go, she has to, she must! Please, please, she wants to beg for the nightmare of it, let it be the dream she wakes up from, the one she can forget just as easily. The truth an ugly thing, even as she takes from this house in the middle of the night, a thief if there ever was one, skipping steps as she tries to hook her heel over the back of her foot in her haste.

Please don't let it be true... she'll cry, she'll sob, but her tears flow, regardless. Because her mirror has done something with her heart, and she knew that he was shattered, just like her. The both of them lost to a madness that they have begun to succumb to, the force of nature that is Wonderland itself having committed the act, but no, there's something far more INSIDIOUS there. Is it him? To that place, their place, she doesn't even need to see the body to know it, his mouth stained red on red on red on red. Her least favourite colour, he adorns it now like an anointed crown, for that itself was a sign of the viciousness of this attack.

Her wail a loud thing, she'll collapse right there. Hands over her eyes, the teeth, the throat! It sticks itself in a mad place that refuses to budge, a thing she now CANNOT FORGET, even if the time turner tips, and she's left remembering... oh. Oh no. Please not that. Please not this. "You didn't mean to," it's like her own insistence, she'll re-write this storybook, find it a better ending then what has come. Gaze lifting, peeling, pleading, oh!

❛ Be realistic. They’d never understand- they’d lock me up and throw away the key. Or worse. ❜

How cold that hits her. As if he's given up already, that he's handed over it all to the Red Queen who likely gloats for this victory, this ACT OF TERRORISM against Wonderland itself. "You can't let them know," Alice, who never wanted to play accomplice, pushed to act. Rabbit lays bleeding, gone, the glass in his eyes, his palm cradled within her hand as she kisses his knuckles in tender affection. Her heart has not stopped beating. She has to hold onto that hope, that prayer. "Return to the Red Queen... and... and I'll take care of this. Please. Just... I can't lose you too."

#bandysnatched #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ canon verse ┆ curious and curiouser !#❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ though she very seldom followed it !

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fictionkinfessions · 10 months ago

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With how stuck I am in this kin shift right now, a lot has come back to me, especially my love for my brothers (not technically but in the found family sense yknow). So.. I am now required to send an ask talking to them all and hope... something. I'm not entirely sure what I'm hoping for tbch.

Firstly, Branch; You were like a little brother to me. I loved hanging out with you, and singing you to sleep, and playing with you- you were the cutest kid, and it was obvious you were going to grow up into an amazing Troll. But when your brothers left, it hurt you to see me, so I left to hopefully let you grow up and forget that pain... At least a little. I hadn't seen you until John Dory and I showed up also I'm so sorry about his entrance I literally begged him to be normal about it/lh and... It was really nice seeing you all grown up and happy with someone as amazing as Poppy (The Queen??? Of Pop Trolls????). She was very polite even if she was excited, and I very much enjoyed spending time with her. You two are perfect for each other /gen. I know I didn't give you much of an explanation about why my color wasn't as bright anymore, and I hope you never thought I was hiding it from you. I just didn't want to ruin the moment with something depressing like going Grey. You grew into an awesome guy, and it was nice to learn who "Big Branch" was /gen/t. I'm.. I'm also sorry. About Grandma. About not being there for you when it happened, or not being there to prevent it. I'm so sorry none of us were there for you.. I know it doesn't change anything, but I don't know if we ever actually said we were sorry. We felt it, and I know you knew it. But it's nice to hear it, sometimes. You will always be my brother, and I'll be there for you whenever you need me. I promise.

Also, to Poppy: thank you for taking care of my brother, and thank you for loving him. You make him so happy, and I'm so glad you two met. I remember you talking(squealing?) about a song of mine, and I wish I could remember what it was /lh

Bruce; you've always been amazing, and I considered you my favorite older brother. There was so much pressure for you to keep that impossible body standard set for you, and I can't tell you how happy I was to see you and your dad bod, rocking it up on Vacay island with your wife and kids. We always worked out together and talked about the pressures we were struggling with, and you gave me some amazing advice. Like, all of the time. And that never changed. When we found you, you continued to be someone I could confide in, as if we started right back where we left off. And you comforted me a lot whenever I got too anxious about Floyd's situation and his well-being. Thank you for that... You were also the one I opened up to about why I had went Grey, and you were so supportive, and we had an amazing talk. Oh! Also: Your hugs were great before, but now? Dude, total cuddle city. I remember taking naps with you all the time when we were younger, but that definitely stayed a thing when we were older lmfao. But yeah, you've always been someone I've looked up to, and trusted, and you know things that I've been to nervous or afraid to say to anyone else. I love you, bro. I hope this life is treating you with the kindness you deserve.

Clay; I remember you helping me out with choreos- you were always such a talented dancer. I remember going to you for pointers and you were always so happy to help me find my own style. I wouldn't've gotten as far as I did without your help and lessons. We didn't hang out all the time or anything, but you were always the most observant, and very frequently noticed things the others didn't. Especially when it came to me. We've had lots of talks because of that, and I've always cherished all of them. I don't remember the details of many anymore, but I remember how they felt, and I cherish that too. There were many times during our journey that you pulled me aside to check up on me, and I really appreciated that. Even if I shrugged off my worries, it was nice to know that if I needed someone to talk to, you'd notice. We bonded a lot over books, too, I remember that. I more preferred mysteries over sad books, but there was an overlap in the genres that I remember us talking extensively about, before you left. I hope you're not afraid to be fun, anymore. I'm sorry that part of yourself was blown out of proportion to the point of you resenting it, but even when you try to be boring, the fun will always slip out /affectionate, It's as much a part of you as the serious side is: I just hope you're allowed to live more in balance nowadays. And I know for a fact you got that drip still, you've always been pretty fond of clothes and accessories lol.

Floyd; You were my best friend, easily. You and Bruce were the ones I trusted the most out of anyone ever, and that never changed. We even published some songs together which was super fun, and I've been trying to remember them lately. You were always the one to mend any fights between the brothers, and I was always the one you vented to after. You were all under so much stress all the time especially in that last year or so, and... I think you knew you guys would disband soon, and it was really tough on you. I hope I helped, even just a little. It was hard when you guys left, and you asked me to take care of baby b while you were gone, and.. I tried. I really did try. but.. Branch and I couldn't look at each other without thinking of you guys so. I had to leave; if only for Branch. But during my time alone, you somehow found me and the little home tree I made out in the middle of Nowhere. And we lived together for a while. I don't know if it's because I was Grey at the time, or you just wanted a place to settle down for a bit and knew I'd let you stay, but I loved hearing your stories. During your time away, you had traveled all over the place and discovered all sorts of music, big and small- it was amazing. Your music was so unique, a little bit of a whole lot; but it fit you. Even if your brothers didn't understand at first /lh. I hope you're doing okay, and that you're happy and healthy.

Last and definitely not the least, JD; We used to work on songs together, helping each other out when we were stuck, giving ideas and helpful critiques. Which is yknow, pretty much what musicians do when friends with other musicians lol. But sometimes you'd let slip about your worries about your brothers, about not wanting to let them down but not really knowing what was the right thing to do. You loved them so much, and there was so much pressure all the time, from the fans to having to take care of four brothers.. It's okay that you made some mistakes. Please don't carry that guilt with you. At least in my canon, you wanted to do better and you did do better, and slowly learned how to not overwhelm yourself with trying to make your brothers your entire responsibility (that's a lot for one Troll). I felt guilty for disturbing your isolation, because honestly you seemed to be enjoying the peace, but I didn't know who else to go to when Floyd got captured, y'know? Plus you were the easiest to find /hj. But yeah. You grew up into a super cool dude, in my opinion. You learned so many things in your time alone, and had so many weapons??? Like.. So many weapons. You and Branch may be the oldest and youngest but mannnn.... it's obvious you two are bros lmfao. The Survivalist Duo in action was a sight to see lol. We had a more friend dynamic than brothers but. I do miss you, man. I hope you're doing good. /gen

If you don't remember me, and/or aren't from my canon, please know that this still applies to you. Each and every one of you is so special and talented, and I will always wish only the best for all of you. I hope you're able to find each other again, if that's something you want. I truly miss all of you, my dearest friends. My brothers.

-Lyle #🐾🪩

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7-ratsinatrenchcoat · 2 years ago

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holy shit I love the thought of using Chaos as an unhealthy coping mechanism. That has so much potential to develop, like can Chaos be treated as a depressant similar to alcohol that can influence memory, like the trope 'drinking to forget'? How does Merlin come to the conclusion that this is a viable option for her, or does it really follow the path of an addiction and start out as a one-time deal that snowballs into something much worse?

I'm going to drop a lot of psych terms just because my AP test is coming up, sorry about that lmao-

Okay, let's say that Chaos attacks Merlin's hippocampus at first. Long term memories of, say, learning to value and appreciate others, get nuked right off the bat. She knows that Meliodas saved her as a child and that he and Elizabeth practically raised her, but she doesn't have those formative memories to base her understanding of empathy on. We know that memory manipulation is possible based on the whole Mael/Estarossa situation on a wide scale, and that spell must have been extremely potent seeing as it even affected Merlin herself.

Touching on the memory thing for a moment, I have a pet theory that OG Gowther and Merlin studied a lot of the same material, and Merlin was given a jump start when the demons were sealed because now she had unlimited access to his work. Exposure to his experiments on memory may have also affected her hippocampus/amygdala, so long term memory and emotional capacity.

We know that Chaos as an entity has some level of sentience, so for simplicity's sake let's say that the rest of Merlin's brain is left untouched, but her hippocampus and amygdala are a patchwork shitshow. Long term memory loss and poor emotional awareness/ regulation/ experience are our main culprits on today's episode of Why Is She Like That? an investigation into Nabaka's shitty female characters. Meliodas, facing his own brain tampering, doesn't have the time or resources to help her figure that out or even pursue it, leaving Merlin to her own devices. Likewise, she leaves him on his own but takes it to a whole other level while he actively goes into a depressive spiral, which only makes their respective problems worse.

Let's get back to Merlin in her 'convenient backstory forgetting'. I think it's possible she wasn't completely lying about having forgotten who she was up to a point- I think it just took an active trigger, like a Demon invasion similar to the one that destroyed her home as a child, to remind her- and that trigger was more powerful than Chaos' hold on her. So, great! Merlin has a motivated forgetting disorder on top of all the other bullshit! Good to know. From that point forward, those memories likely stay partially in working memory as she relates her experiments to knowledge from that time in her life, so Chaos never has the chance to nuke it again without turning Merlin into Dory from finding nemo.

But all of this is relying on the fact that Chaos has deep knowledge of human brain function and the intricacies therein, so all of this might be impossible lmao! I like it though, so this is going to be my working theory for what's going through Merlin's head.

All of this also begs the question, though: where tf is merlin now???? Assuming this theory holds merit, it's possible she lost whatever empathy she had for Arthur/long term memory of him and got bored, but it could also be likely that she recognized what Chaos was doing to her and broke it off, so to speak. Honestly I wouldn't be satisfied with that so late in the series, but it's possible.

The Learner Learns Nothing

In which the writing of Seven Deadly Sins expects us to believe that Merlin, the glutton for knowledge, is incapable of learning what really matters over the course of her 3,000 year journey.

I wrote this inspired by @zeldriszezinho‘s comment on how Merlin was able to reactivate Elizabeth’s curse. The implication that Merlin at some point during the 3000 years gained the ability to break the curse and could have done it AT ANY TIME from that point forward absolutely blew my mind.

If so canon Merlin is DEAD to me I swear that is so WRONG.

I’ve never seen a master manipulator character written like this before and I’m not even sure if this is a good way to write a trick villain or whatever the hell she was supposed to be. It sure is baffling so nakaba got that right. I was just as shocked and disbelieving as the sins were. Still am. Regardless of how well it fits her “canon” character and personality it is NOT consistent with the found family themes 😭 Plus it would make her RIDICULOUSLY overpowered… how would she have as much power as a god without serious consequences? And literately no one noticed, ever? Britannia started literately falling apart when Meliodas had that much magical power.

You know what I think I will jump on the hating canon Merlin bandwagon with you zeldriszezinho. I am stitching the Merlins from fanfictions together to make a better, healthier one as a present to the sins for all they’ve gone through together.

Merlin is just - ugh - it’s too sad. Everyone else gets to be, as the people who remember English class would say, a round character, including many of the antagonists! Tons of minor characters get memorable moments of growth, but Merlin, one of the major characters? She stays static for the most part. Trapped as a plot device until the very end. The narrative leaves her alone, torn away from her found family by an insane twist that I don’t quite understand.

It’s like Merlin never gave a second thought to how the sins are acting. Ten years out of 3,000 isn’t a lot but someone as smart and observant as Merlin should have seen the way the other sins treat her. They knew close to nothing about her, and she constantly isolated herself emotionally and physically from them, but they never made a move to exclude her from the group, or pry too much, or question her origins. They just loved her unconditionally even though she wouldn’t let them in. There was so much raw potential for her character to have a unique and complicated bond with the sins as a group. Maybe it should have been the wakeup call she needed that the unhealed child inside of her could still learn to receive love. That it wasn’t too late to have a life outside her chaos obsession. Canon left us with a pretty unsatisfying answer as to why she acted the way she has. Like hmmm. Really?

Canon Merlin, you had 3,000 years to decide whether to seek help for your childhood trauma and learn how to love in a somewhat healthy manner and you want me to believe you didn’t even try that route??? And that on top of that you effectively prolonged the torment of the only two people shown to love you unconditionally? Whom you supposedly loved in return?? Uhhh heyo! I don’t believe you. And also I am holding a sword to your throat getting your shit together is no longer optional.

Sure Merlin can be seen as a character study of how obsession can cause someone to forsake all other aspects of life. We saw it in Frankenstein - saw what became of that whole spectacle and how quickly the perpetrator learned that they didn’t actually want [insert here], they were just looking for that basic hierarchy of human needs and weren’t ready for the responsibility that comes when using the pursuit of scientific advancement as a substitute for, idk, I think in Merlin’s case it would be coming to terms with essentially being treated as a weapon due to her abilities. (meliodas and Elizabeth parallel anyone?? We were robbed of three child soldiers learning to love together and be a family smh thanks a lot gods ) anyway back on topic. What Merlin and Frankenstein have in common throughout their story there are a lot of opportunities that they didn’t take, and friends that they kept brushing off, never confiding in them until it was crisis time. Frankenstein’s story is a tragedy - he keeps abandoning the rational thought and commitment to ethics that make a good scientist. Any second during his story, while he was neglecting correspondence from friends, neglecting to sleep and eat and pay attention to his needs as a person that the obsession had tossed in the trash bin, he was free to say “hey actually I CAN spare a second from my neverending workload to breathe and think about what’s important to me. Why I’m doing this? And how I could do it better. Have I learned anything in this latest deep dive into knowledge?” Instead he is ruled by his emotions, which in the end, keep him from properly emphasizing with other people and actually achieving what he wanted to do. I don’t even remember if Frankenstein KNEW what he wanted to get out of his experiments. Probably not considering this the way he immediately freaked out when it actually WORKED. And then it was crisis time, so he goes to his friends, but does he confide in them what really happened? What part he had in it and how he feels about the whole thing? Don’t think so. So they just think he’s depressed as fuck and going a little crazy. They’re completely unable to help him in any substantial way.

We see this with Merlin. She has to have complete control of the situation at all times so she tells no one. If she can get this ONE THING right finally everything will fall into place. That must be what she thought. But what the hell? Knowledge is and has always been collaborative. We know she was never learning just to learn or for the love of it - it was a poor substitute for the love and attention a child needs to grow up with a good understanding of how to pursue fulfillment. So she was always aiming to accomplish something with her knowledge and all around her were people working together to accomplish something. Hell, she worked together with the sins to accomplish her goal. 3,000 years. She stopped her own time. Physically, right? Or was it mental too? The science there doesn’t seem to work with the brain literately rewiring itself as it gets new experiences so. We’re just meant to assume she spent 3,000 years trapped in the same mindset while traveling all over Britannia and interacting with God knows how many people. Just out of pure necessity to survive and obtain the information and tools she needs she would have to interact with a LOT of people. That’s not even mentioning the people she did research on. And we’re expected to believe she didn’t learn anything that would make Merlin- smart, curious, motivated little Merlin who tricked two GODS on the OFF CHANCE that what they give her will satisfy the hole in her heart - didn’t learn enough about human behavior to give abandoning love and true connection a second thought? Or even TRY to engage meaningfully with anyone? It’s not like she had never made that connection with anyone before. What about Meliodas? What about 106 Elizabeths?

This twist that Merlin might have been manipulating the Sins all along, rather than blowing the reader’s mind with the clues and clever foreshadowing that were there all along, blows a hole in the overarching themes in the story. Merlin’s betrayal is a catastrophe of the highest proportions because it calls into question EVERYTHING they learned up until that point. What she did would cause extensive trauma to everyone involved - all this time they believed that hey, maybe fate brought us together, wasn’t it so good that we finally found people that could understand us? And now they are questioning all of it. So yeah, emotionally, the twist does what it is supposed to. It hurts. But… it doesn’t make sense. Being in the Seven Deadly Sins causes every other member to learn how to reconcile with themselves, their pasts, their feelings, and their relationships. Why is Merlin the exception? This feels like disappointing writing and a huge waste of character potential.

It’s not like abandoning all emotion and other desires was remotely necessary for Merlin to achieve her goal. She’s had fun along the way and that’s shown to us. Why are we given ‘i used to have a crush on Meliodas’ as a reason why she would give up on connection or whatever? Merlin that was literally 3,000 years ago when you were 12(?). You didn’t talk to anyone about THEIR childhood crushes in all that time? And it’s not like Meliodas ever stopped loving or caring about her. Even after getting his emotions stolen bit by bit he only abandons her and the rest of the sins out of necessity. Here she’s got a good friend to confide in. And he’s EXACTLY the kind of friend she needs if she wants to resurrect an old god! Meliodas is trusting, supportive, willing to Go the Distance for anything he believes in, AND desperate enough to consider extreme courses of action in order to break his and Elizabeth’s curses.

All Merlin has to do to potentially get Mel on board is say, “Hey, some of my personal research has turned up something I think you might be interested in. The existence of an old god that the Supreme Deity and Demon King locked away because they feared her power and didn’t want her to interfere with their goals. I’ve been curious about rumors like these since I was a child, and now I have finally found enough solid evidence to confirm that this god exists. It stands to reason that such a god would be able and even willing to help with the curse on you and Sis-sis. Not a timely solution, but a good plan B or C. I’ll be looking into it, and I’ll let you know if I find anything that could help you.”

What’s Meliodas going to say to that? Probably, “Thanks, Merlin!”

He was not afraid of potentially starting an “age of Chaos” when his father told him that is what killing him would mean. Chaos is a mysterious entity of both darkness and light, good and evil, creation and destruction. Previously worshipped by goddesses and feared by the demons. Its agenda, if it even has one, is even more mysterious than Merlin’s was before the big reveal. As far as I can infer, Chaos (without the influence of fantasy racism) seems just as likely to bring balance as it could bring upheaval. Something that Britannia desperately needs. And since Chaos is the mother of life in this universe, why would it destroy everything it has created?

It makes sense that if he had known, Meliodas would have been wary of this god, and warned Merlin to be careful, but in the end… wouldn’t he have as much reason to help his friend as he would to stop her? Why continue on to release Chaos after the curse is already broken? Fair question. But why not?

Meliodas just wants to live in peace with his loved ones. If releasing Chaos means an “age of Chaos” will occur, well, that just means going back to the beginning, before the eternal game between the Supreme Deity and Demon King. So. The same unknowns that he’s faced in his life thus far, except the two dictators manipulating everyone into an eternal war are replaced with the creator of life itself? That would actually sound pretty good to Meliodas, right?

Chaos is disappointed with the weakness of humanity but acknowledged it as, hehehe religious parallels my beloved, “the race most like itself, that embodies its values.” Now, this could be 4+ years of religion classes talking but Chaos’s previous goal before the Holy War seems to have been to create a race “in its own image.” And it did. The question is, now what? I doubt this god is capable of being truly evil because why would evil create creatures with moral compasses? Evil cannot create good and vice versa. We the audience know what happened in Four Knights of the Apocolypse thus far regarding Chaos’s preference to humans, but Meliodas and the other Sins have no reason to suspect the entity of chaos would ever go full genocide mode on its own creations. A god that creates all life according to a set of intricate rules (physics, etc.) tends to have patterns of behavior that make sense. Creating everything just to kill it all off doesn’t really make sense.

Merlin could damn well have told the Sins, or even just Meliodas, that her goal is to resurrect the original god of their universe that was locked away by the Demon King and the Supreme Deity, who play with people’s lives for fun and obviously freaking suck - without making herself look like she has a) gone off the deep end or b) working toward an evil goal that they should immediately put a stop to by any means necessary.

Instead, she just tricks Meliodas and the Sins outright in the most painful way possible. Wtf?

She doesn’t have a solid reason to hurt the people who love her like no one ever has. Who, in their own messy way, have treasured her like her own parents and her people never did.

The twist that her true goal all along was to release Chaos would still work, both as a plot mechanic and for shock value. What’s not shocking about your friend actually being serious about releasing an ancient god, and doing it so soon after Britannia was nearly destroyed by a Holy War? The Sins would have been shocked and hurt all the same with how she orchestrated them coming together, trained Arthur for this exact purpose, and prompted Meliodas to confront and kill his father - all things which were ultimately for the best for all of the races, but with Merlin’s questionable choices, involved a lot more trauma for everyone. Hell, if Merlin got a character arc like the others, the Chaos reveal would actually hurt the Sins MORE. Instead of realizing they didn’t really know her, they would be realizing that the sense of warmth and belonging and the bonds they had forged with each other hadn’t reached Merlin’s heart. That whatever effort they had put into bonding with her wasn’t enough, it didn’t help her the way she had - the way they thought she had helped them. That they had been oblivous to their friend’s suffering and emptiness, that she didn’t trust them the way they trusted her, etc, etc. A deeper and more cutting reveal if you asked me.

As it is, the reveal makes it so that they didn’t lose a friend and member of their found family. They lost a person who was just… there. Forgotten until it was strictly neccessary for her to be there. Who never truly cared (?). While that’s sad, it’s… not what it could be if she had gotten the chance to genuinely be a part of the sins, physically and emotionally.

It seems to me that in the moment, Meliodas doesn’t seem overly concerned about Chaos. He’s angry that Merlin would be willing to blindside and manipulate him, making light of a friendship that’s spanned over 3,000 years, for the sake of something that might not even exist. He’s angry she seems to value that over everything she already has. Is this the only thing she truly cared about? Was he and his loved ones nothing but pawns to her, just as he was a pawn to his father? Same with the other Sins - they don’t know what’s going on, but they are angry and hurt at the prospect that their friendship with Merlin was a lie.

THIS, Merlin could have avoided entirely! She is an intelligent, powerful woman - a genius according to some of the most powerful demons alive - and she has BETTER OPTIONS! Choices. By all means, she could have had wonderful, meaningful times with the Sins for all of their journey together, and kept them as friends afterward, maybe finding true fulfillment in the process. All without giving up her pursuit of releasing Chaos.

She could have learned. Why didn’t she?

#this whole thread makes me so happy lmao #!!!two nerds!!! nerding out!!!!#i know too much about nnt lore help

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celestiagarden · 3 years ago

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Don’t leave

Synopsis: Ever since you, he knows he’d feel lost without you. Without you around, he’ll forget you even if he doesn’t want to.

Pairing: Venti x reader

CW: angst. abandonment.

Notes: i dont know why but in the middle of the damn night, i woke up and that scene in Finding Nemo where Marlin leaves Dory behind plagued my mind and I thought I could do something with that vibe. So let’s try!!

Venti was used to a certain way of life. Although he liked adventure and new things, his routine was essentially the same. He found comfort in knowing that his days were filled with struggling to make money, conversing with the familiar people of Mondstadt, and finishing his days at The Angel’s Share. He was content with this routine, but a nice change was always welcomed.

You were that nice change. You were like a breath of fresh air; a cool breeze on a warm summer day. There wasn’t a day that went by where he would take your presence for granted. You made his dull little routine turn into something more; into something he cherished. Sometimes, even just the thought of you would be enough to set his heart ablaze. And when he convinced himself that you felt the same, it was a beautiful feeling. Even the brightest of glee couldn’t compete with the feelings the joyful bard felt for you. You were his companion; his own personal ray of sunshine. You were what made Mondstadt his home. And he made sure you knew how much he appreciated your presence.

However, when one sees life through rose-coloured glasses, all red flags simply appear like normal flags.

Venti was used to you going in and out of Mondstadt; it was kind of your thing. That’s how you made Mora. It was an admirable job, to be travelling non-stop without a sedentary place to call home. He was ready to be that home for you. After all, with all your hard work, you deserved one les thing to worry about. He didn’t quite know what you did for a living. With your scarred hands, your brave and head-on attitude and your love of adventuring, he simply assumed you were an adventurer and didn’t press on. He didn’t need to know your job to get to know you, right?

But now, faced in this disaster of a scenario, maybe he should have pressed more. If he did, perhaps he would have been able to avoid this altogether.

“W-wait, I...” His heart was practically thundering in his chest. Could you hear it too? He scrambled for his words, but there was so much he wanted to say that it was hard to prioritize his thoughts. However, there was one thing that was blaring inside his head like the loudest of alarms. “Don’t leave.”

It sounded desperate. Downright pathetic, actually. Venti couldn’t recall the last tme he begged someone like this. He couldn’t recall the last time the very thing that defined his feeling of belonging left him, either. Had he forgotten, or had it simply never happened? After milennias, even the wisest, most intelligent of archons would forget things. There could be no tides, no winds, without erosion. And vice versa. The same principle was true for people. And so, what if he forgets you, too? He can let you go, of course, but he can’t forget you. He couldn’t allow himself to. The mere thought of living without being able to properly cherish your time together, or all those things you made him feel was horrendous. “Please, don’t leave. You can’t, I’ll forget! I don’t want to forget. Please don’t leave me.”

It’s like you barely heard him. Whether it was out of defense or simple indifference, he wasn’t sure. But you wouldn’t even look at him. It gave him a sense of urgency; like you were on the cusp of proceeding with your actions without even a single moment to ponder over what you’d be leaving behind; who you’d be leaving behind. “Please, don’t let me forget you. I don’t want to. Please!” In his last fit of pleading, you finally turned to him, though not with the regret he’d hoped to see in your eyes.

“Maybe it’s best if you forget.”

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